Word Prompt: Wonder
It all begins with a thought, a question and an ability to act.
“Damn! DAMN!” Edgar rolled over and pulled the pillow tightly over his head to block out the sounds of passing vehicles.
Their ‘country home,’ as they called it, was only large enough for Edgar Junior’s crib and the two of them, provided they didn’t want to sit down.
“Are you alright, dear?” whispered his wife, Liliane.
“Oh…I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t. I’ve been awake for awhile.”
Edgar tossed the pillow into the corner of the screened-in porch before sitting at the edge of the cot facing her. “How long have we been coming up here, 10, 15 years?” Picking up his spectacles from atop the novel “Work of Art” by Sinclair Lewis on the floor beside his cot, he put them on.
Pushing her pillow under her, she propped herself up with her elbows. “It’ll be twelve, tomorrow.”
“Now how do you know that?” He struck a match and lit the kerosene lamp on the table between them.
“When we closed on this property our neighbor’s daughter had just turned two. She’s now fourteen.”
Edgar cupped his hand behind his ear. “Do you hear that?” Liliane looked at him with a puzzled look. “Except for the water falls, there’s no passing trucks or cars, just this fresh air and the serenity of the countryside.” He began to softly stroke the back of her head. “Remember when we opened this property up to our employees as a summer camp?” She nodded. “This damn Depression changed that. Now, their daily living has become so hard they can’t come anymore. Few people can afford the $1 round trip fare by train from the “Smoky City.”
Throwing back the light sheet covering her, Liliane swung her legs over the side of her cot and sat up facing him. “Yes, we’ve done well, but we’ve worked hard for it.”
“And, we’ve been lucky.”
Taking his hands in hers she smiled and said: “Yes, that too, but it doesn’t hurt to have the most elegant and exciting store in Pittsburgh.”
“No, I guess not,” he replied, smirking.
“So what’s really on your mind?”
“It’s the increased noise level since they paved that road. We’ve either got to sell this property or build a proper home.”
“Sell Bear Run? No way!”
“I thought as much… Liliane?… I’ve already retained an architect.”
“Frank Lloyd Wright.”
By 1935, the design had been agreed on and construction of the main house had been completed by 1938. Frank Lloyd Wright incorporated their love of nature and the waterfalls by building part of their home on top of the waterfalls.
“The sound of the waterfalls is soothing,” Liliane said, placing her cup and saucer on the table beside her. “You’re not too disappointed, are you?”
“You mean missing the view of the falls? No, not really. It drowns out the sound of the passing vehicles.”
“No wonder you look so pleased with yourself.”